AN: So, this idea came to me as I was in my friends' apartment. They were all out and about and I was reading fanfics and… I'm starting a new story. xD;

I'll update "More to it than an angle" in a few days, but I think I need to brain storm a bit more for the next chapter. I have a vague idea on how I'm setting it up so… Haha. This one will be totally AU/AR. Forget most of the plot for THG. I kind of want to bring Cato and Katniss together in a different way. So… they'll be past victors and they'll mentor the tributes. :Db

Hope you guys don't mind. e.o;

Ages are going to be the same (more or less), but the victors will have won their games at younger ages. Not too young though… maybe… I should have thought this out more maybe? Haha. TALLY HOOOO. L.G.I SON, LET'S GET IT, LET'S GO!

Disclaimer: I do not own THG.

Victors of the Past

Yet another year had passed, yet another set of tributes died. It was an endless and vicious cycle. A female around the age of sixteen stared out of the windows of her house. Normally she would be in a poorer part of town, but since she had won her Games a few years ago she was moved to Victors' Village. She remembered the day she had been called; the dark haired girl had been thirteen. Her little sister had screamed and cried that day… her mother was empty, still in shock over her Father's death two years prior. Shaking her head, the teen blinked her grey eyes back into focus. Today was another reaping day and she would need every ounce of strength, mental and physical. Dressing quickly, she walked out of the house she shared with her sister and mother. Her mother had regained semi-consciousness when she had left and her friend, a tall male two years her senior, had taken care of them in her absence.

Katniss

I looked around at all the houses surrounding mine. Only one was lived in and it held my past mentor, Haymitch Abernathy, the town's infamous and perpetual drunk. We nodded to each other before walking together towards the center of town. Prim, my younger sister, was to head to the square later when all the other children were to be reaped, the past victors would need to be presentable in order to be on stage to watch the "show".

"Haymitch… what if Prim's called this year?"

My voice cracked as I barely whispered my question. It was her first year, she shouldn't be called. It was as if the older man had heard my thoughts and looked down at me.

"Sweetheart, it's her first year I doubt she'll be drawn. She doesn't need to put in her name extra times because you have enough money to buy food and other provisions for her and your mother. She's lucky to have a sibling as a past victor now. The odds will be in her favor more than any other child from the Seam."

I nodded and took a deep breath. He was right of course. I worried for Gale though, my hunting partner of a year and a half at the time of my own reaping three years ago. I gave him enough money after becoming a victor to help him provide for his family, his mother, two younger brothers, and a younger sister. He hadn't had to put his names in any extra times for tesserae in the past three years and that also meant that his siblings were safe.

We made it to the town square and proceeded to the Peacekeeper's building before we parted ways to be made presentable. I smiled at my prep team who came to district twelve every year just for me. Cinna, a dark male with gold lining his eye lids and three piercings in each ear, Octavia, a woman who had dyed her skin green in the name of Capitol fashion, Flavius, with orange corkscrew locks, and Venia, a woman with golden tattoos on her face. They had made me beautiful during the seventy-first hunger games and continued to do so throughout the past three years as I became a mentor to district twelve tributes.

It was time for the reaping. A woman with pink hair came and gave the annual speech before showing a clip from the Capitol; afterwards, it was time for the actual reaping of the names.

"And as always, ladies first!"

The woman smiled and said in her high pitched Capitol accent. Katniss closed her eyes and breathed while crossing her fingers, praying that it wasn't Prim who was called.

"Agrippa Eunice"

A tall female, around the age of sixteen, stepped out hesitantly and gulped. Katniss closed her grey eyes, remembering her reaction being similar. The girl had unruly black hair and blue eyes with flecks of grey. Katniss could see that her name, at least her given one, was well chosen.

Katniss tuned out everything else, just happy that her sister hadn't been called. It was probably bad form to do so, she should be helping these kids out, but she would much rather have her tributes die than have them live with the nightmares that no past victor could escape from.

All around Panem, reapings were happening and families cried in agony. In district one, two, and four though, most people were celebrating at having their career tributes volunteering. Only two people present at the events weren't rejoicing though, a man from district two and a man from four. They stared sadly at the teens throwing away their lives. Soon, the real horror known as the games would make themselves known to the children willingly going to the Capitol.

In district two, a tall male with broad shoulders, blonde hair, and blue eyes stared into the crowd of children. He was the same age as the oldest but they were all still children in his eyes. He had won the seventieth hunger games and he wished that he had never chosen the path of a career. He had lost his best friend that year and had re-occurring nightmares every night. Sighing, the escort for his district, a man with green hair and blue skin, smiled and waved before calling two names. Sighing once more, the blonde victor stood and walked inside before talking to his past mentor who had helped him win sponsors whose gifts had help him stay alive. The two continued to converse before it was time for the tributes and their mentors to board the train. The taller and older male patted the blonde's shoulder and nodded.

"Good luck this year, Cato."

"Thanks…"

Cato rubbed the bridge of his nose and made his way to the train that transported the tributes and their mentors to the Capitol. It was a short ride so he had to quickly debrief the two children before they reached the city.

The blonde looked at the woman next to him who was tall and feral looking; her teeth were sharpened to points and were tipped in gold. She had done it because she had ripped another tributes throat out with her teeth.

"Ready for another year, Enobaria?"

The tall and stern woman looked at the blonde through the corner of her eyes before nodding slowly.

"I suppose as ready as I'll ever be."

In district four, a man around the age of twenty-four frowned. He'd love nothing more than to stay home in order to stay with his fellow victor, a girl named Annie, but these things were mandatory for all able-bodied persons and Annie, not in the right state of mind since her victory, had been taken to the side to stay with his own past mentor, Mags.

The tall male with sea green eyes looked at the crowd of children and sighed. The girls never seemed willing to volunteer, but the boys… they were the ones that willingly volunteered, he should know… he'd been one of those boys nine years ago. Gung-ho and ready for anything… willing to bring honor to his district… then he saw the real horrors for himself, had participated in man slaughter, and had re-occurring nightmares just like all his fellow victors. He wouldn't wish the games on even his worst enemy… and on top of that he had been demoted (at least in his eyes, to the Capitol he was a god-send) to nothing more than a Capitol whore.

As the names were called, green eyes scanned the crowd for a head of dark hair next to a head of grey. They continued to scan before he smiled, finding the two women he was searching for. The younger of the two had dark green eyes that seemed glazed over, probably reliving their own reaping. Sea green eyes closed in pain before the owner made his way the train and plopped down on the seat, waiting for his tributes to arrive.

The victors from district two, four, and twelve sighed as they reached the station. All on different trains, all at different times, but all five were holding the same thoughts. Yet another Game was about to begin and whoever won would never be able to fully leave the games.

AN: Yeah, short compared to past chapters I've written for my other story, but it's just a beginning chapter, it always takes me a while to build up length. Haha. I'll post the second chapter in a few hours. X3

Hope you like this new story. Um… no rebellion, just continuous torture for the victors, blah blah blah. Sorry guys.

Ages, in case you guys are curious, and the games each victor has won will be this…

70th – Cato; Age of reaping: 14; Present Age: 18
62nd – Enobaria; Age of reaping: 18; Present Age: 30
71th – Katniss; Age of reaping: 13; Present Age: 16
50th – Haymitch; Age of reaping: 16; Present Age: 40
68th – Annie; Age of reaping: 15 (No actual given age); Present Age: 21
65th – Finnick; Age of reaping: 14; Present Age: 24
10th – Mags (There's no actual year of which she won that's mentioned… so… yep.); Age of reaping: 18; Present Age: 80

JUST TO LET YOU BITCHES KNOW, MATH IS NOT MY STRONG POINT SO THIS WAS DIFFICULT FOR ME TO MAKE IT SEMI-REALISTIC!

Alright, clearly Katniss and Cato are extremely young. Cato… you can chalk his victory up to training for the games since he was… let's say… five. That year the career tributes were slacking. (This is my pretend mental world…) So training and luck went into his victory. As for Katniss… eleven, father dies and she almost dies, hunting with her father since she was… let's say seven. Five years of hunting, two years of having to fend for herself and hunting with Gale for maybe a year and a half. (Again, pretend mental world.)
Anyways… yeah.
DO YOU KNOW HOW HARD IT IS LOOKING UP NAMES WITH DEPTH TO THEM FOR CHARACTERS AND NOT THROWING RANDOM NAMES IN?
AN HOUR. X_x

Agrippa means 'wild'… just so you know. Thus her appearance…

It seems as Ms. Collins has used names heavily based on Ancient Roman names… (Cato, Caesar, Cinna, Brutus, Katniss – which is part of the Sagittaria family which is a constellation and constellations are named in Greek or something, etc.) Yep, all Latin, Greek, or Ancient Rome usage based… which I guess they're the same… history is also a pretty weak point and I'm too brain dead to do any more research. :D
Eunice, roots are Greek, means "good victory" so… maybe she'll have a good victory? I don't know…

I also have an actual name planned out for Cato.

Cato Nero Cassius…

Cato, Latin based, means 'all-knowing'…

Nero, Sabine origin, used in Ancient Rome, means 'strong, vigorous'.

Cassius, Latin based, means 'empty, vain'.
Pretty apt adjective for our favorite district two career, eh? Haha. It was between Cassius or Livius… which means 'to envy' or 'blue, envious'. He has blue eyes… he's envious of Katniss' score in THG… etc.

ANYWAYS, yeah, that's your history on names and such for this chapter, I'll let you guys have some peace until my next chapter. Love you guys.